After only a few days the pigs have become used to the routine in the barn, and are very much demanding their milk. They used to get the milk in a rubber tub, but there was not enough room around it, and at times one of the pigs would be nosediving into the milk, which is amusing, but can't be comfortable. So now they get to drink out of the trough. I wasn't sure if they could reach, but I worried needlessly, they manage just fine.
Here the pigs meet Slash, the Jersey Angus cross, that promises to be good eating in a year or so. The picture was taken through the window, thus the droplets. But wait, where is Ruby?
Aha, she is getting ready to milk. Let's make some noise, gang! (And they do, squeal and scream, when ordinarily they are calm and quietly snuffling and grunting.)
Ruby was good in spite of the flash photography. It probably helped that the dogs stayed in the house that time. I already got one bucket full, for us. Sometimes the pigs do have to share.
Almost done milking...
To the trough, boys! Hey, move Slash, we want milk.
No room at the trough for late comers.
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